Best Achingly Poems

If I wasn't there,
the rain swollen clouds
would have still dumped 
their dark weight over the bay
and through a gaping tear,
let down a curtain of sunlight
to...

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I am home ...

oh, my heart
      pray, hush its cadence
         for the...

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When the 
glacial sun slips 
in softened womb 
of the scarlet 
spheres at dusk, 
yearning for 
hibernal rebirth 
as a lustrous 
morning star, 
it radiates...

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"Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows." - Native American Proverb

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When I met the tall and amiable Vietnam War veteran,
my shyness showed,
yet, my throat dried and tightened when he softly
spoke the words, "The war never...

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A Renga for Poetry Soup:


Meander

Time and the river
Endless silver morning
Autumn leaves float by

Shimmering streaming mountains
Pines swaying in constant winds

Morning mirror
Another gray hair
Ah! the wind of...

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The Darkness of Cold Oceans Dwelling Deepest

Into the utter darkness of cold oceans dwelling deepest,
there is far beyond any glimmer of hope an outer limit
that...

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For every wonder free inside your mind
And every dark thought of miscontent.
For every disappointment in your soul
And your memories of a life’s intent.

For every desolate...

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I slept all day and woke to the rain,
With the low purr of thunder rolling around my temples.
Through my open window rose, darkly, the scent...

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Achingly, I watch as you frequently fall
For the idyllic notion of unconditional love
The dream, the desire, the fantasy
Drawn, inexplicably, to the potent flame
Of one who...

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I run uphill for some way,
mostly on an easy pavement,
and partially on a jarring dirt track,
I resentfully enjoy a route
against which I am free to...

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cold rain
to slow-streak the
glass I watch you through -
you and your
christ ...
the ginger bread man,
sugar daddy savior, all that
I was not, (and less) ...
choices of
compromise,...

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Amidst the sacred places
I've witnessed distraught faces
A virtual Kaleidoscope of races
History often traces
Many are hungry and cold
Politicians bought and sold

Achingly, our God embraces
He competes to...

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Deep in forests of green, 
beneath majestic timbers, 
in soft woody light 
wild roses are to be seen 

Achingly beautiful, 
wild roses 
The colour 
as...

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achingly ...
he still recalled
as if but a day hence ...
the air still moved, tender
the earth a-sole, still trembling
grasses parting like swells for a mighty prow
dust...

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